As much as I hate Mondays, I'm glad for a new week. The 9yo has conquered the pukes and the 4yo seems to just be fighting off the remains of a cold. The last couple of days she's fallen asleep around 3-4pm and slept for an hour or so. Bedtime the last two nights has not gone well. Something like this maybe...
I can't sleep.
Just rest your eyes and try.
Ok. (mom goes downstairs, settles into couch for blogging...)
I need my back rubbed.
Grrr. Ok (rub her back, pat pat, ok go to sleep)
3:30 am. Clunk. Sliiiidddee (imagine a sliding closet door, open....clunk. closed.)
(husband) What's she doing? (me) oh, just getting a new stuffed toy probably. at 3:30am.
Then I hear rustling very near our door. Ugh. I get up, and say 'go get back in bed'. I pick up the stuffed toys she's crafted into a bed. Head in to tuck her in again, at 3:30 am. Did I mention the time? She's wide eyed. Like I CANNOT POSSIBLY SLEEP WOMAN! Thankfully, she goes back to sleep.
NO MORE NAPS. Seriously, no more naps.
In other news, I can't wait to see Oh Dawn's new house. I hope there are loads of pictures. I may be moving vicariously through her move to a new house.